Rated X Imagines

Difficult Life || Mini Story

Y/n's POV

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"Name please?" The guard was the exact same guy that I saw in front of Big T's house. He should know me, but I told him my name anyway.

"{Your Full Name}."

He shook his head and pulled me off to the side. Others who were still in line sighed in frustration, most likely tired of waiting so long.

"Your name was crossed out this afternoon, but since Diggy insisted that you come I'll let you go through." I smiled and patted him on his bald head.

"I owe you one."

I wasn't as afraid as I thought I would be walking into a Hollywood party. Just more embarrassed since I'm suppose to be the whore of the event. The house looked exactly how it was the last time I was in it. Except for the party decorations and all the fancy stuff they had going on. I stood casually in a corner, waiting for something to happen. I didn't know if they were going to give me a clue as to what time I was going to preform.

"You liking the party?" A guy yelled to me over the music. He was drunk, I could tell that much about him. Tall, lanky. Definitely not my type.

"It's okay."

"Let me get you something to drink. What do you want?"

I'm not taking any alcoholic beverages over here. Once I get tipsy, I go crazy. Don't even let me have a sip.

"I'm good, but thank you."

"You waiting for someone?" His breath was awful. I would've told him to get a tic tac, but that's being too rude.

"Not really."

"Do you want to dance?" Why is he still here?

"No thank you."

"What did you come here for? Just to be a kill joy standing in the goddamn corner?"

"Listen here asshole. I will beat the shit out of your lanky ass in one second if you don't get the fuck up out of my face questioning me like you're the paparazzi. Oh and instead of making stupid ass comments, what you need to be doing is buying some tic tacs. Because your breath smells like someone took a shit in your mouth."

His arm extended and he was almost about to hit me, but someone stopped him. Superstar. Of course. He took his hand out the air and threw it back down.

"Do we have a problem here?"

"No, but this bitch needs to be put back in her place."

I smirked and stood next to Superstar. "I'm going to give you one warning to apologize to her."

Why does he feel the need to stick up for me? I don't need his help. "This chick can kiss my hairy ass for all I care. I'm not apologizing for shit."

"Suit yourself. Larry, come get this guy and escort him out." The security guard that stood inside came up to us and took the guy away. "Why did you do that? Stop sticking up for me okay, I really didn't need your help."

"You know I was really hoping for a 'thank you' and a 'happy birthday'. But instead I get 'I don't need your help'."

"If you don't like what I have to say, you can easily kick me out. I didn't ask to be here. Oh and happy birthday." The last part had so much unintended sarcasm that I think it hurt his feelings.

"Thanks."

"Hey baby...... What are you doing here? I took you off the list." Jessica said joining in.